You’re alone in this, its nicer that way.
Everything is you.
I think of the person I want to become,
I don't know if I am happy with the way I am.
Am I happy in general?
Day by day I grow within myself and some days I grown into myself.
It's kinda like a puzzle, some of my pieces have been lost,
and i’m getting them back.
You feel alone,
but you know your not.
I am in a room full of people,
but I still feel empty inside.
What is that?
I have everything and there is still nothing,
what is that?
Not everyone is born with a passion or a hobby they love, some instead don't have passion.
Pressure is what makes the world go round, its what drives us, we feed from it.
I feel pressure at the bottom of my feet,
its the only thing keeping me here,
I feel magnets below me,
its the thing pulling me down here,
the part I hate most is that it never ends,
it keeps going deeper and deeper.